My heart immediately yours, you held it in the palm of your hand I knew that I was falling, but I never came to realize which type. There are 2 types of falling. Falling in love, to which we all stay up till the early hours of the morning fantasizing about. And then there is simply just falling. Our hearts are fooled by love... they are too innocent to acknowledge the falling. But oh we are falling. Falling off cliffs, mountains, planes, trees, clouds... We can be falling off many different things. But there is always one result of this falling. Our hearts are demolished. It is broken into many pieces. We panic. "How could they let this happen?" "How could I have been so foolish?" "Why, oh why, was my kind heart treated like this?" There is nothing you can do now. You fell and the pieces are too scanty to put back together. "I cannot fathom how they broke my precious heart." "I cannot believe that they broke it. " no. "It is I who handed them my heart." "It is I who broke me. " "It is I who will love never again.